[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings mentions of alcohol, blood, mentions of eating disorder, trauma, injuries, things you would expect a doctor to do.
tags 20 years old, easy-medium opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
| [/table] "speech" 'thought' text
Her exposed fingers were freezing, the fingerless gloves doing a good job of keeping her hands warm, but neglecting the rather important extremities her fingers were. She wore a relatively warm looking tan coat going down to her knees, actually pretty stylish despite the obvious signs of wear, tear, and repair. Covering her neck was, not only a white turtleneck, but a rose pink colored scarf (the latter of which had definitely seen better days).
There was a small bottle of alcohol in one of her pockets. What had kept her warm on this long trek. In honesty, she wasn't entirely certain as to why she'd braved this journey up the mountains with the obvious and less so, reasons as well. Maise tucked her hands into her pockets, her fingers brushing against the relatively warm bottle in her pocket.
Being slender with very little fat on her bones, she wasn't exactly made for this kind of chilling weather, which made her wonder, just how horrible it was when it was actually winter, and the cold was much worse. A gust of wind blew around her face, blowing snow into her eyes, and causing her to stop for a moment, and readjust the mid sized bag she carried with her.
In it were medical supplies, things she would need if she came across a wounded person, it didn't matter if they were friend or foe, she would fix them regardless. It was part of her code, a principal her parents had instilled in her, that she should do no harm, at least if at all possible. Even they, medical personnel in their own rights, understood that the post apocalyptic world was a dangerous place.
Their deaths were a shock to Maise, but she had sworn to continue their legacy, and heal when possible. She had come across a village, there wasn't much hubbub around it, but it seemed to be inhabited. Which meant there were people here for her to get acquainted with. The rumor she had heard from a patient she'd treated not that long ago had been true, there was a settlement up the mountain where the old lodge her parents had been married at once, was.
Maise hesitated for a moment before looking around, light snow drifting around her. Se felt as though she were in a story, or movie, "Hello?" Her voice caught slightly, but she pressed on. It was no later than three in the afternoon, though for some reason it seemed later than that, perhaps it was the long journey, she could definitely use a hot cup of tea. "Anyone around?" She added, walking up to the nearest door in the village and knocking on it, her raw knuckles against the rough wood causing her to wince in pain.
[align=center] MAISIE ANNE LANE Maisie Lane is a 21 year old, woman, she is very compassionate and understanding, dedicated to the art of healing, she is a member of Flintlock Lodge. Maisie is calm in most situations. She is a mild to medium opponent and a bit of a mess, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions.
[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]joey’s grown use to the layering and bundling necessary to maintain at least a somewhat normal body temperature when venturing anywhere besides the lodge. her trick is layering thick leggings, she’s found it easier to keep her supper body warm and just simply easier to find thing to put over existing jackets. when she leaves for the day, today’s no different; tall boots, black leggings, and a zipped-up jacket over a ratty sweatshirt. no gloves this time, forgiving that she only plans on patrolling and likes the freedom of her hands. her two pups, robin and demetri, wrestle with one another as she double checks her pocket for her walkie-talkie. once feeling its outline, joey sets out, calling for the dogs to follow.
she wants the time to herself as well as to hopefully train her dogs. they’re coming along and she’s pretty sure they’ll be ready for spring, but she likes to take them out and just have some time to run and play.
”hello?”
the call sparks her interest as she’s about to head back up to the lodge, sluggish puppies stumbling through the snow. she walks towards the voice, eventually spotting the girl at a door in the village. joey takes the radio out of her pocket as she heads towards her, “ stranger on the territory” she says into it, then slips it back into her pocket. she tries to wave some as to not startle maisie, “[color=#990000]you’re gonna have to stop until the captain gets here,” joey informs her, stopping at a bit of a distance away, still a tiny bit weary of the stranger. “[color=#990000]considering you’ve trekked all the way up here, i’m sure you’re looking for the lodge. anything specific?” joey isn’t sure why anyone in their right mind would wander the mountain without having the lodge in mind, “[color=#990000]i’m joey, by the way,”
[spoiler=tags, updated 03/28/2020]◜BASICS ┊ [color=#990000]I HAD A DREAM◞
&. ❝ josephine elena van doren ❞ | joey, joy, hoey | female [ she/her ] .
&. 21 years old . | november first ; scorpio .
&. forager of flintlock lodge .
◜PERSONALITY ┊ GOT EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED◞
&. impulsive . outgoing . femme fatale . flirtatious . seemingly emotionless . guarded . self-destructive . obsessive . hot headed . reckless . kleptomania tendencies . selfish . brat . assertive . loyal to those close to her . intuitive . stubborn . passionate . self-preserving . quick . nosey . reliable . non-committal . determined . secretive . resentful . resourceful . distrusting .
◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOT WHAT YOU THINK ◞
&. five foot six & one hundred and seventeen pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair just past her collarbone, grows a dirtier blonde, lightening up as soon as any sun touches it .
↳ slim, muscular build. legs on the longer side .
↳ big blue doe eyes, light yet well-groomed eyebrows, full lips, dimples .
◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ AND IF I’M BEING HONEST ◞
&. [ 8/10 ] physically | [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ medium ] | difficulty w/ melees [ hard ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ hard ]
↳ combat information .
&. attack in bold #990000 | [member=570]scully[/member] | PM for any major plots .
&. friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .
◜INVENTORY ┊ IT MIGHT’VE BEEN A NIGHTMARE◞
&. [ 2 ] weapons | [ 0 ] armor pieces | [ 0 ] consumables | [ 2 ] aid items | [ 1 ] misc .
↳ one combat knife .
↳ a three piece throwing knife set
↳ one german short-haired pointer puppy
↳ one english setter puppy
↳ a bracelet from her late mother, each one of her sisters has a piece to the same set, their mother having the biggest piece
◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ TO ANYONE WHO MIGHT CARE◞
&. elizabeth van doren (npc) x malcolm van doren (npc) | second youngest of nine children .
↳ cassian van doren, eldest, flintlock .
↳ beau van doren, second eldest, flintlock .
↳ range rover van doren, unknown & scarlett van doren, dead .
↳ auden van doren, unknown & tara van doren, dead .
↳ maxine van doren, just older than joey, flintlock .
↳ richard van doren, youngest, flintlock .
&. pansexual, panromantic ; mongamous . | scared of commitment, however enjoys casual fun with anyone .[/spoiler]
I DON'T BELONG TO ANYONE,
[size=9pt] BUT EVERYBODY KNOWS MY NAME —— INFO
Eddie was never quite one to heal others - within the family, he usually left that to somebody like Tommy or Frank who knew what they were doing. Instead, he was a fighter. Cold and brash with an empathy that he’d learned to switch on and off at the drop of a hat. People like Maise were admirable. People like Eddie - well - people like him could never truly be loved and praised. A part of Eddie was slowly beginning to realize that he had to be okay with that fact.
❝ Stranger on the territory. ❞ Joesphine’s voice alerted Eddie, the Captain glancing over towards Tom who looked back and shrugged before the two brothers began to make their way further into the village where Joey had been last seen. And, sure enough, there she stood in front of a stranger. A rather docile young woman and, without thinking, Eddie returned his rifle back over his shoulder. It wasn’t likely he'd have to use it.
He chose to remain quiet, instead stood beside Joey as Tom halted nearby, brows bunched together curiously. Joey had probably dealt with asking all the necessary questions, and now they’d wait for answers.
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family:verdana; font-size: 7px;"][spoiler=tags :: updated 03/06] basics.
⋟ edmund theodore stirling-moray // ed, eddie, moray
⋟ goes by the name edmund moray
⋟ male // he/him
⋟ twenty four // ages real time // born seventh august
⋟ captain of flintlock lodge // formerly a traveler with his family
⋟ mob boss of the stirling crime family
⋟ joined FL two years ago
appearance.
⋟ faceclaim - finn cole
⋟ voice claim - finn cole
⋟ 5'9ft // stocky, well-built frame
⋟ muted blue eyes and dirty blonde hair
⋟ physical health - 100% // current injuries: n/a
⋟ mental health - 60% // depression and deluded thoughts
personality.
⋟ quiet in nature but confident in himself
⋟ completely fearless, almost foolishly so
⋟ insensitive and callous // cares for very few
⋟ very calm and calculative // always planning in his head
⋟ disciplined and practices good self-control
⋟ very flirtatious and persuasive // overly lustful
⋟ aloof and untrustworthy // jealous and deceitful
⋟ tactful and knows how to get what he wants
⋟ can be very nasty when he wants to be
⋟ but can also be very protective and faithful too
⋟ has a strong set of morals // has the quality of honor
relationships.
⋟ alfred stirling x leonora moray // both deceased
⋟ three older brothers // alfonso, thomas & franklin
⋟ the fifth stirling-moray brother, dominik, was killed
⋟ two younger half-siblings // henry & ida
⋟ bisexual but he stays silent about homosexual activity
⋟ ex-husband to blake kegan // was caught cheating
⋟ father of thomas moray and charlotte moray
interaction.
⋟ storage // playlist // pinterest
⋟ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
⋟ father taught him how to kill at a young age
⋟ insensitive towards injuring or killing others // will do so without hesitation
⋟ mentally, he is slowly becoming undone from stress, grief and guilt
⋟ often found guarding the lodge with a rifle
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[align=center] I'M OUT OF MY MIND, REPLAYING THE SCENE
[sup]AS THESE THOUGHTS START TO ASPHYXIATE ME — NOTES.
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[align=center] [table] | trigger warnings mentions of alcohol, blood, mentions of eating disorder, trauma, injuries, things you would expect a doctor to do.
tags 20 years old, easy-medium opponent, nonviolent interactions are open, pm or ask for violent interactions.
| [/table] "speech" 'thought' text
Maise was surprised by the appearance of Josephine. She had been so sure someone would answer the door, but instead, someone appeared from outside of the door. The slender young woman didn't let that phase her, however, and a smile broke out over her face. "Hi there." Maise responded, brushing a small chunk of hair away from her face as the wind picked up again pulling it towards her mouth. She didn't like it when her hair got in her mouth. "Nice to meet you Joey. I'm Maise. Maise Lane." She introduced herself.
The young woman readjusted the bag she carried, sighing in relief as the pressure on her shoulder was alleviated for a few moments, before it continued to persist again. It took her longer to formulate what exactly she was going to say to this Joey person about what she was doing here. Did she tell her the whole story? About how she was up here, in part to learn more about the place her parents had been married?
Or did she stick to a more down to earth explanation, that she was a medical professional, who'd been trained by two fine doctors, may they rest in peace. Maise tilted her head to the side slightly, her internal thinking evident on the outside. "I heard about a group that lived up in or near Flintlock lodge, and wanted to check it out." The young woman explained, a smile on her face.
"You see, before I was born and before the blackout, my parents got married at Flintlock, and I still have some of the pictures. They... umm... they died a few months ago, and so, I decided to come find where, not only they got married, but also fell in love." It seemed so silly to say out loud now.
"I'm also a trained doctor. I don't have the schooling that a doctor before the blackout would have had, but I am good at taking care of people. My parents were both doctors, well, my mom was a pediatric surgeon after being an ER doctor for four years, and my dad was a family practitioner." Was she oversharing? Talking too much? Probably, but she couldn't seem to stop talking.
Her eyes strayed to Edmund, and she started a bit, how long had he been here? Did he arrive while she was blabbing on? "Hi, I'm Maise, don't know how long you've been here. I guess I got carried away talking." The slender young woman continued to sort of prattle on.
Her dark eyes shifted from Edmund, to Josephine, and then, to the dogs were with her. Her smile widened. "Oh my goodness! Are those your dogs? They're beautiful!" Maise's face somehow brightened more than it had been. "Sorry, I think I talk too much... truth is, I haven't talked to anyone in some weeks." She added, trying to explain some of her over use of the gift of speech.
[align=center] MAISIE ANNE LANE Maisie Lane is a 21 year old, woman, she is very compassionate and understanding, dedicated to the art of healing, she is a member of Flintlock Lodge. Maisie is calm in most situations. She is a mild to medium opponent and a bit of a mess, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions.
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